How do you dare to knock on my door,
if the wound you left in me is still open.
How is this that you want my loving again,
if you always folled me like a child.
And now you want that we start again.
That's impossible because my love for you is dead.
Take your letters, your stuff and never regret.
Give me your hand, a kiss and turn around.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
And now you want that we start again.
That's impossible because my love for you is dead.
Take your letters, your stuff and never regret.
Give me your hand, a kiss and turn around.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
Leave me, I'm happy, go away that it's better.
No, no, no, no, no!